The tree in this photo is no longer standing and even though we went to bed late on Saturday night, we never heard it fall, but in the light on day on Sunday as our lives started moving again, we glanced out into the backyard and found this once healthy maple on its side gracefully straddling the fence that separates our house from Tuvia’s neighbor. Ironically, we don’t talk to that neighbor anymore; not since the last big storm when one of his trees fell on Tuvia’s porch and did some damage and then he refused to pay for it. I don’t think there’s damage to his fence, but that tree could have fallen on our house and didn’t.
Everywhere around us there was damage and many people lost power and some still don’t have it back. We were reading together. The lights flickered twice. That’s it.
And in Rockland, in my neck of the woods, same thing. Power went out everywhere around me and my condo power remained, which is unusual. Lots of schools are closed today. And I was untouched by this storm. I was untouched by the last big snow storm. In Aruba we remained in summer mode and watched winter on TV.
I’m feeling guilty. I remember hurricane Andrew and the mudslides in Piermont and the power outages in both of our homes. It was horrible. So I want to stay with the people who are less fortunate than I am. I want to keep feeling for them, instead of moving on to the next thing. But I can’t… I need breakfast, I am washing clothes, guitar lesson, work at New Paltz…life.
A dilemma. But yes, life goes on and I continue to be grateful.